Chapter 2 choose one

Lisa was aware of Marc’s gaze over her. She could not let him know that she noticed. It was her best friend’s wedding. She was the maid of honour. She would do nothing to jeopardize her friendship of five years. What happened that morning was an accident. It had to be. She tried to shake off the image of Marc and her, pressed together on the floor.

Tobias, alpha of the west pack had booked the Olive Garden, a seven-star luxury hotel. All his guests were invited to stay for two days to enjoy the wedding festivities.

All premium suites housed movie stars, politicians, and business tycoons. His daughter’s wedding was the most sought event of the year in the county. Marc had initially retaliated to the wedding, but it only took a little bending of rules and fear instilling drive to his parent’s house to convince him.

Nobody had ever said no to the alpha. Marc wasn’t going to be an exception.

“Which one?” Asked Erica with her eyes fixated on the two custom-made diamond necklaces.

“That one,” pointed Lisa for the hundredth time.

Every two days, Erica would get mixed feelings about which necklace would be fitting for the biggest day of her life. She waved back and forth on two pieces, one an exquisitely designed necklace with a string of diamonds and another an elegantly studded pendent that was a cluster of 50 diamonds pressed at the centre. Each necklace cost 20 million and yet they seemed not good enough on the day.

“Are you sure? It feels a little off.”

“…,” Lisa opened her mouth to speak but Erica cut her panicking.

“This can’t be. Let’s ask Marc.” offered Erica.

“Here, let me take these to him. I will get his opinion, let them do your hair now.” Cried, Lisa.

She looked at her friend getting more and more restless as her wedding hour approached. Would she ever feel this nervousness? She hadn’t even kissed anyone yet. Being a physicist wasn’t an easy thing. She immersed herself in her research and never cared for romanticism. She smiled gleefully at Erica who let the best stylist in the country finally touch her hair.

Sinking into her chair, she finally gave in, “Fine. I will wear whichever he likes best then. It’s settled.”

Lisa hurriedly picked up both pieces and marched to Marc’s suite. She wasn’t particularly fond of him, if anything he made her restless.

There was a mystery about him that made her curious and terrified her at the same time. After having known him a year now, she had barely managed to be in his presence fighting the strong urge to run away. Erica loved Marc and she had to learn to be around him for her.

She knocked on his suite door and heard a feeble call to get in. Wearing her confidence high and a smile on her face, she walked into his room arms stretched towards him with necklaces in them when she stopped on her feet.

He had walked out of the shower and had a white towel wrapped around his waist. A well-pressed suit hung on the rack. The groomsmen had left him to get dressed.

“I am sorry,” she poured. trying not to look at his body but finding it hard to take her gaze off.

“Oh, I thought it was kurt..”

None said a word for a second. Marc could hear her heart beating louder. He tried to say something,